WALE

4 A.m. Lyrics

[Black Cobain:]Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talkingHow you killing my highs I hope you built the coffinI got virgin lungs please excuse the coughinThink I'm bout to blow, they call me George from bostonRespect is never given so I confiscate itGet acquainted with mine I get them aclamatedCherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twiceHad to escape the lifeThis ain't for all and every people, don't compare me to rappersI'm trying to be like The Beatles,Give me some soul money, niggas is gassed upTell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cutNo snakes, royalty hating niggas don't get no pussySo it's more for me, she invited me in her mouthYou know it's cordially we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to meAll my niggas is winning, shout out to Charlie SheenI spitting bars the metronome the money machineA money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dreamAnd Wale told me fuck ya'll, so we fuck ya'll, we don't love ya'llLoud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last callThe way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all

[Wale:]Dogging, Hard listen mean muggingFor when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judgesDark side of town, baby mama blues,When drama ensues niggas and dama can sueOld lying ass defensive ass boysWhy you knock that bitch up if you can't tend it out boyI'm a tenant my opinion is monumentalI'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencilGot indelible colors, only look where they're buzzingI'm at Dallas with luggage fly straight to the moneyAnd you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovelySo they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or somethingHoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or somethingShady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust meMake the least of you haters, make the most of your moneyHave that consistence drive long as your motor's runningI used to heat up mama house by opening ovensNow mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's comingThat's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my nigga Cole busy, but genius is backI light up my spliff take a sip of my yackThinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rapThey weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuckNow everywhere I go they be giving it upI seen it all from a dime to a quarterThey had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike ShinodaShout out to captain Ginnny and free my nigga RickyWe always pray for polo, we miss you little PennyWe skip college, chase dollars and black penniesNot in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi'sWhere bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendlyThis where they love you then they hate you, go and ask FiftyYeah, go and ask fiftyThey love you then they hate you, go and ask fiftyGo and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than siblingWho got the juice nigga?Juice nigga,Juice nigga,Work, work, work, work, work.